Why it never ends

Chapter 630 The Wanderer

Eleven looked at the ceiling and suddenly turned over, "I forgot to ask, what's your name?"

"Jane Hester."

Eleven turned around, with a slightly unhappy expression, "I mean my real name. Can't you just tell me?"

Hesta looked at her, "It's the real name."

"Stop lying to me," Eleven turned over and sat up, "Whoever uses a family name as a surname, if you don't want to say it, don't say it, don't take me for a fool!"

This sudden anger made Hesta a little puzzled.

"Hmph, if you don't tell me my real name, then I won't tell you either." The little girl lay down again and muttered, "Don't you want to know what my real name is."

Eleven turned his back, but heard a rustling sound behind him.She endured it for a while, then turned her head quietly—Hersta was opening the bread she had brought back tonight.

"Stop!" Eleven jumped off the bed and snatched the bread from Hesta's hand. "This is for tomorrow. You almost ate the big pot of noodles at night. Why are you still eating it?"

"Hungry," Hesta turned to get another bag of bread, "noodles, not enough."

"Don't tear it apart! Don't tear it apart!" Eleven yelled, and stuffed the bread he had just snatched back into Hesta's hands, "Forget it, you can just eat the one you broke... What's the matter with you, it's too good to eat!"

The little girl walked back to the couch angrily, deliberately making every movement she made loudly, but all this seemed unable to stir up ripples on Hesta's side.

After a while, the little girl looked at Hesta quietly again, who was still sitting where she was just now, chewing slowly, without knowing what she was thinking.

The little girl watched Hesta's every move carefully.

This big guy...is really weird.She looked easy to bully, even if he scolded her casually, he didn't respond.

But at the same time, this person is very capable of fighting...

"Hi." She called out.

Hesta, who was chewing, raised his head.

"What did you say your name was, your first name?"

"simple."

"Okay, Jane," the little girl snorted softly, "tell me, am I being nice to you?"

"Huh?" Hesta looked at the little girl, wondering what she was trying to trick.

"I, am I, good to you?" The little girl stepped on the edge of the tattered bamboo mat with her left foot, raised her chin slightly, "Look, you are a newcomer and have no place to live. It is me who gave you a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and even cooked for you--how am I treating you?"

This long sentence was beyond Hesta's comprehension for the time being, but she recognized that it was an interrogative sentence, so she hummed vaguely.

"So you have to repay me." The little girl continued, "Otherwise, you are just a little white-eyed wolf... a big white-eyed wolf!"

Seeing that Hesta didn't respond again, Eleven stood up, "Repay, repay, do you understand? I did something for you, so you have to help me too."

Hesta still didn't know much about it: "...what can I help?"

Eleven raised her head and thought for a long time, but she didn't think of anything that Hesta should do for her, so she lay down again.

"Help for what?" Hesta asked again.

"Oh," the little girl was a little annoyed by being questioned. She turned her head, raised her legs, patted her belly with one hand, and let out a long sigh, "I really count on you. I can't count on you. Go to sleep."

Hesta knotted the leftover bread and threw it lightly towards the place where they piled up the sundries not far away. The half bag of bread landed on top of the other bag accurately.

"Good night." Hesta replied softly.

……

Early the next morning, Hesta decided to go around the Mercury Needle workstation in Mei County, at least to find out their working hours.

Along the way, Eleven also always followed Hesta.Finding that the big man could not tell where he was going, she volunteered to protect her from the stranger being deceived.

The two walked hand in hand on the deserted path.The countryside in May County always reminds Hesta of Duanming Lane—even though weeds and wild flowers can be seen everywhere, and a crooked tree pops up on the side of the road from time to time, everything is still gray.

"The suburbs are the safest right now," Eleven said loudly. "The homeless don't wake up early. They're all sleeping at this point, so you can't touch anyone."

"A tramp." Hesta accurately captured the term, and she pointed to Eleven, "You, a tramp?"

Eleven's eyes widened suddenly, she shook off Hesta's hand again, took a few steps back, and then accelerated towards Hesta.

"What do you say!"

Hesta had gotten used to the little girl's moodiness, so she easily escaped Eleven's attack.

"Aren't you a homeless man?"

Eleven stomped his feet angrily, "I am a 'Wanderer'!"

"have what……?"

"The difference is too big!! Homeless people are all homeless. Homeless are different. Homeless come out to 'experience life' - I am not here to wander, but to experience life, do you understand?" Eleven was furious, "These homeless people outside die on the road and no one cares about them. I am different from them!"

The little girl looked at Hesta's face. Judging from the other's expression at the moment, she probably didn't understand.

"you!"

Hesta restrained her smile——Eleven's face was flushed with anger, and she grabbed her hot and itchy neck vigorously, leaving a few red marks on the dirty neck immediately.

"Uh..." Hesta looked at her, "Excuse me?"

"I have a mother! I—have—a home!" Eleven shouted, "I'm not a bum!"

Hesta crouched down, and after a moment's silence, she opened her arms.

"...well, you're not, tramp, I, wrong."

Hearing this sentence, Eleven finally let go of her breath. She looked away, her voice choked up, but she could still hear the anger: "It's good that you know! Anyway, remember, don't call me a homeless in the future!"

Hesta nodded quietly.

The two walked forward in silence for a while, and after a while, Eleven's footsteps started bouncing again.

"simple?"

"Ah."

"I didn't ask yesterday, where is your mother?" Eleven raised her head, "Isn't she worried about you running so far alone?"

"My mother?"

"Yes, your mother!"

"She," Hesta thought for a while, "is not here."

"You mean," 11 grabbed his neck with both hands, stuck out his tongue and made a grimace, "isn't this here?"

Hesta was still looking ahead, "Yeah."

Eleven looked up at Hesta again.This time, the little girl was silent for a long time, but soon returned to her previous cynical appearance.

"You have to thank me well, do you know?" The little girl raised her head, "I am your benefactor."

(End of this chapter)